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The Kinks
The Kinks


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Pop
Years active 1964—1996
Label(s) Arista Records
RCA Records
Universal
Reprise Records
Sony Music
London Records
Koch Records
MCA Records
Associated acts The Creation
Nicky Hopkins
Mike Cotton
Argent
The Kast Off Kinks
Former members
Mick Avory
Ray Davies
Dave Davies
Pete Quaife
John Dalton
John Gosling
Andy Pyle
Gordon John Edwards
Jim Rodford
Ian Gibbons
Bob Henrit
Mark Haley



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The Kinks Album


Misfits (1978)
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You've been sleeping in a field but you look real rested
You set out to outrage but you can't get arrested
You say your image is new, but it looks well tested
You're lost without a crowd yet you go your own way

You say your summer has gone
Now the winter is crawlin' in
They say that even in your day
Somehow you never could quite fit in
Though it's cold outside
I know the summer's gonna come again
Because you know what they say
Every dog has his day

You're a misfit, afraid of yourself so you run away and hide
You've been a misfit all your life
Why don't you join the crowd
And come inside
You wander round this town like you've lost your way
You had your chance in your day
Yet you threw it all away
But you know what they say
Every dog has his day

Look at all the losers and the mad eyed gazers
Look at all the loonies and the sad eyed failures
They've given up living 'cos they just don't care
So take a good look around
The misfits are everywhere
La la la la la la

This is your chance, this is your time
So don't throw it away
You can have your day
'Cause it's true what they say
Every dog has his day

You're a misfit
Afraid of yourself so you run away and hide
You've been a misfit all your life
But why don't you join the crowd and come inside
You wander round this town
Like you've lost your way
You had your chance in your day
Yet you threw it all away
Now you're lost in the crowd
Yet, still go your own way


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Sitting by my stereo all alone
My baby calls me on the telephone
She says, Baby take me out for a dance
I tell my baby I feel so bad
I can't go out and it's making me sad
But when you see me, I know you will understand

I got hay fever, blocking up my head
Hay fever, I ought to be in bed
How can I dance when I can hardly breathe
Wish I could cure this infernal allergy
I got hay fever blocking up my brain
Hay fever, feel the sinus pains
And all the pills and the powders are in vain
Thought I was cured but here it comes again
It goes ooh-ah

The pollen count's getting higher and higher
My eyes are sore and my nose is on fire
My throat's dry now and I'm starting to perspire
My stuffed up head's killing all of my desire
I got hay fever, you wicked allergy
Hay fever, you put the curse on me
And I've inhaled every know remedy

I can't stay cool 'cos I'm starting to sneeze
I can't make love when I can't hardly breathe
We start to dance and my nose starts to bleed
There must be a cure for this hay fever
Is there a pill or a powder I can take
I must get a cure, my romance is at stake

Hay fever, you tore my image down
Hay fever, I must look like a clown
I must have used every tissue in town
I'm running round sniffin' like a hound
I go ooh-ah

I wanna kiss but I'm sneezin' instead
I can't make love when my head feels like lead
How can I pose when my nose is all red
We should be home, should be tucked up in bed
But I got hay fever
Hay Fever

Hay Fever
Hay Fever
Hay Fever


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Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine
Everybody talking about racial equality
'Cos everybody's equal in the good Lord's eyes
But if I told you that God was black
What would you think of that
I bet you wouldn't believe it

There's a self made prophet living right next to me
He said the Black Messiah's gonna come and set the whole world free
He looked at me with his evil eye and prophesied
And he really believed it

He said a Black Messiah is gonna set the world on fire
And he no liar, 'cos he has truly heard the word
Everybody talk about racial equality
But I'm the only honky living on an all black street
They knock me down 'cos they brown and I white
Like you wouldn't believe it

They say a Black Messiah is gonna set the world on fire
A Black Messiah is gonna come and rule the world
Everybody talk about racial equality
Everybody talk about equal rights
But white's white, black's black and that's that
Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine

Everybody talking about racial equality
You hear everybody talking about equal rights
But white's white, black's black and that's that
And that's the way you should leave it

Don't want no Black Messiah to come and set the world on fire
A Black Messiah is gonna come and rule the world
Everybody got to show a little give and take
Everybody got to live with a little less hate
Everybody gotta work it out, we gotta sort it out
Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine


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Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be
Isn't it strange, we never changed
We've been through it all yet we're still the same
And I know it's a miracle we still go, and for all we know
We might still have a way to go

Hello me, hello you, you say you want out
Want to start anew, throw in your hand
Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man
But for all we know, we might still have a way to go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know

There's a guy in my block, he lives for rock
He plays records day and night
And when he feels down he puts some rock 'n' roll on
And it makes him feel alright
And when he feels the world is closing in
He turns his stereo way up high

He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy

Look at me, look at you
You say we've got nothing left to prove
The King is dead, rock is done
You might be through but I've just begun
I don't know, I feel free and I won't let go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know

Dan is a fan and he lives for our music
It's the only thing that gets him by
He's watched us grow and he's seen all our shows
He's seen us low and he's seen us high
Oh, but you and me keep thinking
That the world's just passing us by

Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Don't want to spend my life living on the edge of reality
Don't want to waste my life hiding away anymore
Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy


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It was a matter of fact that when I paid all my tax
I held my world in the palm of my hand
And all of my debts were causing me to defect
To a land of bananas and sand
So I ran, yes I ran, yes I ran to a foreign land
Here I am, here I am
Here I am in a foreign land

I'm so glad we made it
I thought we'd never land
I grabbed all my cash
And I decided to dash far away
Far away, far away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land

Goodbye to all of the rich men's daughters
Goodbye to my debts now I'm way across the water
Far away, far away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land

La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Please tell my mother and all my ex-lovers
That I've finally made the grade

Please tell my debtors and the money collectors
That all of my bills will be paid some day
I'm away, I'm away in a foreign land

Goodbye champagne and the caviar set
I wanna slum and drink all of the rum I can get
I'm away, I'm away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land
But I'm all out of my jack and I can't go back
I'm away, far away, far away in a foreign land

La la la la la la
La la la la la la


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Please call a doctor, I've been so depressed
That I think that I'm finally breakin'
I can't quite explain, I can't feel any pain
But I know that this time I'm not fakin'
Oh, what can it be, oh, inside of me

I saw my doctor he said man you look sick
He said I think you better do something quick
He checked me over and he said I was fit
What you need is a change, have a shave, find a chick
Your body functions but your hair's a disgrace
You shouldn't let it hang all over your face
Change your image 'cos you look out of place
Comb your hair, put on weight, try to look up to date
Why don't you put in some permanent waves
You'll look smooth, you'll look cool, you'll be laughing
You'll get lots of dates, you'll be made, you'll get laid
You'll get out and about, you'll be laughing
Oh, you'll be O.K. once you get those permanent waves

I was really up but now I'm down once again
I went out walking and it started to rain
My perm washed out it just got flushed down the drain
My neurosis returned, I'm a wreck once again
But wait 'til I get back my permanent waves
I'll be cool, I'll be smooth, I'll be laughing
I'll be all the rage in my permanent waves
And I'll start a new craze, I'll be laughing
Oh, I'll be O.K. once I get my permanent waves


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Have you heard about trouble throughout the land
With the fascists and the left wing militants
Out of work executives are killing themselves
And the I.R.A. are killing everybody else
Don't panic, don't lose control
Keep your head, keep a hold
Act normal, there's nothing wrong
Stay cool, just carry on

You gotta live life and be yourself
You can't live life for anyone else
You gotta live life, that's all you do
Nobody gonna live your life for you

Don't get depressed when you read in the press
About world revolution and social unrest
Try not to panic when you switch on the news
And see the crooked politicians and the unemployment queues
It's only life, it's really fine
So don't you believe all you read in the headlines
Live life, see it through
Carry on, it's all you can do

You gotta live life for yourself
You can't live for anyone else
You gotta live life, that's all you do
Nobody gonna live your life for you

Trendy intellectuals always take action,
For every cause that's ever been in fashion
Weekend revolutionaries protest and sing
Because they're dedicated followers of any old thing
They got every solution for every revolution
They live in the slums just like the poor people do
But they'd rather sniff coke instead of glue
Right-wing fascists beat up the blacks
Then they salute the Union Jack
You can't pretend there's nothing wrong
It's not the end, so just carry on

You gotta live life for yourself
You can't live for anyone else
You gotta live life, that's all you do
Nobody gonna live your life for you

Oh, life's a mother, oh, life's a mother
Oh, life's a mother, oh, life's a mother

You gotta live life for yourself
Can't live life for anyone else
You gotta live life, that's all you can do
Nobody gonna live your life for you

Live life, you gotta live life
You gotta live life, you gotta live life


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Has anybody here seen a chick called Dick
He looks real burly but he's really hip
He's six feet tall and his arms are all brown and hairy

He married Betty Lou back in '65 when you had to be butch to survive
But lately he's been looking at his wife with mixed emotions
You see, he's not a common place closet queen
He shouldn't be hidden, he should be seen
'Cos when he puts on that dress he looks like a princess

Well, the day he came out of the wardrobe
Betty Lou got quite a surprise
She didn't know whether she should get angry or not bat an eye
She really couldn't call up her mama
Mama would positively die
Should she go or stay, or should she try to get a trial separation

You see, he's not a faggot as you might suppose
He just feels restricted in conventional clothes
'Cos when he puts on that dress he feels like a princess

He's not a dandy, he's only living out a fantasy
He's not a pansy, he's only being what he wants to be
Now his life is rearranged and he's grateful for the change
He's out of the wardrobe and now he's got no regrets

Betty Lou didn't know what to do at first
But she's learning to cope at last
She got the best of both worlds
And she's really in a state of elation
She says it helped their relationship
She says a change is as good as a rest
And their friends are finally coming 'round to their way of thinking
She wears the trousers and smokes a pipe
And he washes up
She helps him wipe
'Cos when he puts on that dress he looks like a princess

He's out of the wardrobe and he's feeling alright
He's out of the wardrobe and he's feeling satisfied
Now it's farewell to the past
The secret's out at last
He's out of the wardrobe and now he's got no regrets


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In a sheltered place where I viewed the world
And all that it contained
I would see your face in a misty haze
And wish that you were there
Yes I wished that you were there
Darling Fool, I was with you all the way
Be as the flower that unfolds with each day

Trust your place in time though you have won and lost
How very much like me you are
When you come to me
Truly, truly trust your heart
Truly, oh truly trust your heart

Why bear malice just let it go
So what of pride it will swallow you whole
Here's to the judge, to the tyrant, and the beast
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Truly, truly trust your heart
Truly, truly trust your heart

The moonlight of your soul, told of memories long ago
Of the days when we were young
Of love that we'd forever hold
Truly, truly trust your heart
Truly, truly trust your heart
I bring thunder, lightning and rain
For those who administer injustice and pain
Comfort the weak and feed the poor
What on earth do we need government for?
Truly, truly trust your heart
Truly, oh truly trust your heart


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Here's a song for all the little men who get forgotten time and time again
Here's a message for the little guy, don't let this situation pass you by
You're in the middle while the big mouths fight
You get it from the left and the right, ain't it crazy

So get up off your easy chairs, we've got a lot to do out there
Well ain't we?
Good's gone bad, right is wrong, don't know which side I'm on lately

Get up from the down you're in
Come out of your homes and let's see your faces
Get up out of your easy chairs, get up and show 'em that you're there
Get up it's your one salvation
Wise up to the situation

Somebody gotta get up and shout
Somebody gotta give us some clout
You're the ones to make it all work out
It all depends on you

Get up off your arses men
Don't let 'em think you're getting lazy
Get up out of your easy chairs
We gotta lot to do out there, well ain't we
Get up, Get up, Get up,
Get up, Get up, Get up


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